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[A currently female Wingy is laying on the floor, head clutched in her hands. No screaming, no talking, just laying there with her eyes squeezed shut. Her wings are flapping uselessly against her back as she curls up.]

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If they put you in that ridiculous dress, I do believe I will have to kill them. [ Asch has a sense of humor at a time like this? shocking! ]

That wasn't them, I don't think.

[ hooks an arm around her waist and stands, urging her to follow. ] There is a discrepancy in how good you look and how hideous that dress was.

Well, at least it's gone?

A dress would be less cumbersome than your usual attire. Let's get you somewhere to sit. [ tightens his grip to ensure she won't fall, stepping forward. ]

I like what I wear...

No taste. [ gives her belly a gentle poke as he seats her in a nearby chair. ]

It's awesome, thank you.

Going around baring you stomach? That's hardly awesome. [ sits on the arm of the chair, watching her. ] ...you feel alright?

Hmph... My head just hurts.

I'll take you back to our room once you've rested.

Hey Asch?

[ runs a hand through her hair, to her wings. ] Yeah? What is it?

If I... was stuck like this. As a woman.... what would you do?

[ ..what? what the hell kind of question is that? other than a valid one. ] ....we'll talk about that later, alright?

All right.

...

So what was that pain about? Does it happen a lot?

It's happened once before, but that was when I was still in Luceti.

I don't know what it is... it almost feels like they're just messing with me.

When you take into account that who or whatever they are forced these wings onto people, I would not put it past them to imply screw around with you.

They've done terrible things to people.

Doing it to others is bad enough... [ pulls her hair around over her shoulder, then smoothing out her wings, massaging them. ]

When they kidnapped me... I wanted to die.

[ scowls in disgust, trying to focus on Luke. ] They hurt you that badly?

Pain endurance, torture, mind games, being forced to watch horrible moments over and over...

Not to mention forcing countless hyperresonances...

[ slams his fist into the chair and swears, then lifts her up into his arms bridal-style. ] Bed. Now. [ once she's resting comfortably, then he can go take his rage out on something. ]